“Hello?” I answered my phone on the second ring.
“So, Teddy, how did you enjoy your dinner date?” Mishka’s voice came through the speaker.
“Ha ha. You got jokes, don’t you?” I asked as she erupted with laughter. “So. what was that? Some kinda escort service or Back Page shit.?”
“Of course not. Escort services and Back Page are nothing more than cheap internet hookers. No one can reach you through the internet. I told you we are exclusive. We offer a variety of services to an elite cliental. I tell you what; go to the store, pick up a newspaper and I’ll call you back in ten minutes.”
“A newspaper? For what?”
“Just do it Teddy. I’ll call in ten.”
I was already in Shell gas station paying for gas, so I walked over, picked up a paper and paid for that too. By the time that I got back in the car, Mishka was calling back. “Yeah?”
“Did you get it?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Okay turn to page C-3.”
Re-lighting my Dutch that had burned out, I started the ignition, took out the “C” section of the paper and turned to page three. “Holy Shit!” The blunt dropped from my mouth damn near burning me, as I fumbled to get it back into the ashtray! “Holy Shit!” There, staring me in the face was Olivia, with her husband. My phone had dropped too, and I could hear Mishka laughing so hard she sounded like a maniac! Damn! No wonder all the pictures were turned around. Finally, I composed myself enough to pick up my phone.
“I told you our cliental was exclusive. Talk to you later Teddy.” Mishka was still laughing her ass off when she disconnected. Damn! Don’t worry Olivia. Our secret is safe. I never kiss and tell. See you Friday at eight.